Island Justice, a novella
Chapter 2
I came home later and decided to take the girls out. They were kind of subdued.
I tried to be cheerful but I understood Erin's mood. It would be a painful and
humiliating experience for her tommorrow night. Halfway through dinner she spoke
up.
"Are you going to spank me very hard, Uncle Rollin?"
"You know if I don't Linnea won't be satisfied. Sorry kiddo, I've got to make it
real---for your sake. You do want to go back to school, right?"
"Yes, I do." And she nodded at Allison, who took a deep breath and spoke.
"I'm glad you said that Mr Hand--I mean that you were going to make this a real
punishment."
"You do? You want to see Erin get punished?"
"No, sir. I want you to punish me too. Just like Erin. Whatever she gets."
I almost dropped my fork. There was dead silence for a moment. I leaned forward.
"Allison, do you know what you are saying? I am going to have to give Erin an
old fashioned bare butt spanking, followed by swats with a wooden paddle. It
will hurt. Spankings hurt and they are very undignified."
"What!?" Exclaimed Erin. "Bare butt?? Ohh...No. I'll die from embarassment.
Please let us keep something on. I know! we'll wear our bikinis. You can spank
us in those, please?"
I turned to Erin. "Sorry Erin, but the procedure calls for bare bottom. Linnea
knows that by now and if she doesn't she will insist on it anyway. When you got
it with the strap in the barn did she let you keep your panties on?"
Erin's blush told me the answer.
I turned back to Allison.
"This is a very unusual request, Allison. You are asking me to turn you across
my knee like a 12-year old, take your pants down and spank you hard, right on
the bare fanny. After that you'll get licks with a wooden paddle and they won't
be light taps."
Allison's face flushed and she said haltingly,
"I know, Mr Hand, and I've talked to Erin about it. But I am prepared to endure
it. We are in this together. Maybe if someone had taken the trouble to
discipline me, I wouldn't have done this, but I did and I feel guilty about it.
Only with me, nobody will care. I don't have anybody like you or Aunt Linnea. So
I'm prepared to take my licks, sir, along with Erin."
A regular Joan of Arc, I thought.
"Well, I admire your courage, Allison. Erin are you OK with this?"
"We talked about it, Uncle Rollin. It's OK. But ah...how are you going to... do
it?"
"Well, Erin, Linnea wants it to be like a correctional center punishment. On the
day for punishment, the kids have to report to the center and they are taken to
a room where they have to strip down to their underwear. Then they are escorted
into the punishment chamber and sit in chairs facing a stage. Then in pairs
their names are called and each pair is put over the lap of a wardess on a
special bench. The wardesses pull their pants down and gives them a good hard
spanking for 2 or 3 minutes--4 if they have done something really serious. After
that they each come up one at a time and get a whipping with a flexible rod or
licks with a paddle--depends on the crime."
Erin and Allison grimaced and looked at each other. Then Allison said, "Whew!
that sounds severe." She licked her lips. I could swear that there was
excitement in her voice. "Is it boys and girls getting it together? And they are
bare--their bottoms I mean--really bare?"
"Yes. Nobody's modesty is preserved. The theory is that it reduces all that
criminal bravado. No kid can feel like an adult getting his or her bottom
smacked like a child. The shame more than anything else makes them wish to avoid
the experience."
Then Allison pulled back and said with calm resolve, "I guess then we'll just
have to grin and bear it." Erin snickered. "Don't you mean 'bare' it? Uncle
Rollin's going to see everything we've got."
"Ok, girls that's enough. Let's talk about something more pleasant. Tell me
about the islands...."
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I left the girls alone the following day while I ran some errands. All day I
kept thinking about the evening. I had never given Karen a purely disciplinary
punishment. Underlying our games had been a core eroticism. We knew that the
play spankings were not to be real punishments and that they would lead
invariably to the bedroom. Tonight was going to be different. I was going to
have to spank Erin for real to satisfy Linnea--no play paddywhacking there--and
to be fair I was going to have to give Allison the same. I had to admit,though,
I felt a stirring in my groin at the prospect. Allison was a dish.
I couldn't read Allison--she seemed excited and fearful at the same time. My
guess is that she sensed that something had been missing in her life and that
she was determined to get it. But was there something sexual going on too? That
wouldn't surprise me.
I came home and the girls were in the kitchen sitting at the table having
coffee. I said hi and looked at the clock. It was 7:00 pm. I knew I had better
set up. The phone with its attached camera and vid screen was in the den, so I
took a sturdy armless chair from the dining room into the den where I placed it
in the middle of the room and turned the phone around so that the chair was
straight on in the field of view. I figured I'd better dig out the portable
minicam attachment as well since there was no telling what angle Linnea might
want.
At 7:30 Jane showed up. The girls said sheepish hello (I had told them she was
coming and why). Jane tried to be cheerful about it ("Hey, nobody ever died from
a spanking" and "I used to get it all the time" or "You should have been in my
sorority") but Erin and Allison just grimaced nervously as she chattered. Then
their eyes got big as Jane pulled her sorority paddle out of a bag.
"Is this what you have to spank us with Uncle Rollin?" said a wild-eyed Erin.
"Let me see that, please?" Said Allison and she took it and smacked it against
her palm. "Ouch! Ooh, that really stings. Our bottoms are going to feel that for
sure, Erin." She almost seemed excited at the prospect.
Erin just eyed the paddle with a look of dread. "Er...how many do you have to
give us Uncle Rollin?"
"I think its got to be 10, girls, that is the penalty for chronic truancy and
that's what Linnea wants."
The girls looked at each other. Their expressions said Uh-oh as each handled the
paddle. "Each name signed on that paddle was paid for with at least one swat to
my panty-covered rear," chimed in Jane, "and there are 26 names there."
"Wow..." said both girls, almost in unison. I cleared my throat to get their
attention.
"Look, girls, I think you had better change. I want to be ready when Linnea
calls. Go upstairs and take off everything but your underwear. If you have beach
robes you can wear them until it's time...."
The girls shuffled out. I offered Jane a drink, and made one for me. A double.
"Dutch courage, boss?"
"I may need some."
"There's going to be a lot of squealing and crying here in a few minutes. They
will plead and beg....anything to get you to stop...I know."
"I know too. I've seen this you know." Jane just gave me a cool appraising
glance with a hint of a smile.
The creaking of the stairs signalled the girls' return. Both wore short beach
robes revealing nicely formed legs. I presumed that under the beach robes was
bra and panties. We waited, looking at the clock. At 8:00 I dialed up Linnea. I
switched on the vidphone monitor and Linnea's image appeared. Her voice crackled
from the receiver.
"Hello Rollin, Erin. I see you appear to be ready. You are ready to proceed with
Erin's correction, right Rollin?"
"Ah yes Linnea. My secretary Miss Jane Hynde is here to assist me and act as a
witness. Also, this may seem a little unusual, but Erin's friend Allison Has
requested that she be included in these...ah...proceedings. She wishes to be
given the same punishment as Erin. We would appreciate your witnessing her
chastisement as well."
Linnea blinked, her mouth open. "I must say that is unusual, but if that is what
she wants, I'll witness it--and may I say, honey, that is courageous, but you
probably know you do deserve a good hiding just like Erin is going to get."
"Yes, ma'am. I know I do. Erin can't take all the blame. We both agreed to go.
We encouraged each other."
"Very well. Rollin tell me what you are going to do."
"Linnea, you asked what a truant would get here. The penalty under the
Certificate of Correction option is a good spanking of 2-3 minutes duration
followed by 10 licks with a disciplinary paddle. Jane has brought along her old
sorority paddle which she assures me is a solid disciplinary implement. The
spankings are usually given by a matron with a rubber coated leather sole. I
don't have one so I'll just use my hand. I propose to give each of them 100
spanks in lieu of a timed spanking, but that's about what it works out to
anyway. Ok so far?"
Linnea nodded.
"Underneath those robes the girls have only underwear. Correctional Center
punishments are given on the bare buttocks so the panties will come down."
"This is acceptable Rollin." Looking at Erin she said, "Erin I hate to have to
order this punishment for you, but this was a childish act. I thought you had a
better head on your shoulders. Never pull a stunt like this again, understand?"
Erin nodded miserably. Now that the time had come, she looked frightened and
about to cry. Allison held her head up, seemingly determined to accept her
licking with some sense of dignity and grace.
As I sat down in the chair facing the screen, I said, "can you see, Linnea?"
"I can see fine. Proceed."
"Erin, remove your robe and come here." Erin shucked her robe revealing her
tight little figure clad now only in silky lavender bra and panties. She moved
to face me. I put my hands on her hips and guided her to my right side.
"Place yourself over my knees." She put her hands on my thighs and eased herself
face down on my lap. I pulled her forward a little bit so that her pelvis rested
right on top of my right leg which positioned her ass nicely. I placed my hand
in the elastic of her panties and told her to lift up a little. As she did I
slid the panties down to her knees revealing her cutely rounded bare bottom. Her
legs were tanned but her buns were still white.
"Here we go Erin. 100 spanks with my hand. Keep your hands on the floor. Do not
reach back." I heard a soft, "Yes, Uncle Rollin."
Smack! I spanked her left cheek.
Smack! Right cheek. Two red handprints appeared.
Smack! Smack! Whap! Smack! Crack! Smack! She gasped as solid smacks rang out.
Her body gave a little jerk with each one. I hit her hard enough to make each
cheek flatten out momentarily, then spring back into shape.
"Jane, keep count. That's 8."
"Right, boss."
Then I started to spank in earnest. I settled into a steady rhythm where I
delivered about a spank every two seconds. I covered her little bottom,
alternating sides and spreading the smacks around. She tried to be still but
started to wriggle after 20. At 40 she started yelping--little "ouches" and
hissing intakes of breath. I couldn't let up, so if anything started putting a
little more force behind each loud smack. This prompted her to wiggle and writhe
across my lap, and she got more vocal as well. Her legs started to scissor up
and down. Smack! "Ouch...Uncle Rollin, please!" Smack! "I'll never do it again!"
Smack! "Ow! I'm sorrryyy!" Smack! Whap! Smack! She hammered her fists against
the floor. She kicked and squealed shamelessly. I kept right on spanking her
with hard deliberate smacks. The white cottontail fanny turned a bright red
under the onslaught. I heard Jane say, "Thats 90, boss." Ok, so 10 more. I
paused and gave her the last 10 slower and a shade harder than the rest. I
wanted to make each one count. Judging by her cries and frantic wriggles, they
did. Smack! 99. Smack! 100. I stopped and rested my palm on her butt. It was
hot. So was my hand. Erin was sobbing.
I let her up. She rose slowly and her hands went to massage her burning fanny
cheeks. Tears streamed down her face. Well, I had to make it hurt, otherwise
there was no point and Linnea would want me to do it over.
"Ok, Erin pull your pants up and stand over there."
"Wait," said Linnea. "Erin, stop, turn around. Take your pants down so I can
see." Sniffling, Erin complied, displaying her red sit spot for the camera.
"Ok," said Linnea, apparantly satisfied, "Go do what your uncle told you."
As Erin tugged her panties back up I turned to Allison and said: " Allison, it's
your turn now. Come here." Allison meekly said "Yes, sir" and stood to my right.
Without being told she hooked her thumbs in the elastic of her panties and
pulled them down. Then she laid herself across my lap. Her bottom was larger and
proportionately fuller than Erin's. The jouncy cheeks swelled as she positioned
herself over my knee. As I patted her creamy mounds I noted that they also
seemed softer, more resilient as well. She hadn't tanned as much as Erin so she
was mostly white. "Are you ready, Allison, and are you sure you want this?"
"Yes, sir, please go ahead, spank me hard, just like Erin," she whispered,
almost breathlessly. So I did. My palm went Splat! Splat! Whap! Smack! I
alternated cheeks. I swatted her across the deep crevice of her ass right in the
center. I spanked in flurries and I spanked with deliberate spaced apart smacks.
In short, I gave her what was probably the tanning of her life-- the tanning she
had obviously missed all of years growing up. She wriggled and gasped and the
quivering mounds of luscious bottom bounded under my smacking palm. I had more
flesh to spank and did my best to spread the smacks around. Her ass wobbled, a
fleshy shock wave generated each time my palm struck. But each time the fatty
rounds sprang back into shape to await the next spank. She tried to hold it in
and not cry out, but under the relentless barrage of smacks she fluttered her
legs as best she could, and finally broke down with a long drawn out
"wwwwaaaahhhhh!" in response to my smacking hand. Nevertheless, I could not help
but notice the glistening dew that formed on the lips of her vulva and in her
thrashing and writhing it almost seemed as if she were timing the bucking of her
hips to meet the spanks. By the time I had administered her 100 spanks she had
surrendered, moaning, her body limp, sprawled across my thighs. I helped her up.
She stood, her face a mask of suffering, but she stammered out a "thank you"
even as she tried to rub the sting out of her inflamed cheeks.
I stood and moved the chair out of the way. "Sorry girls," I said, "we're not
done yet."
Erin pleaded. "Please can we wait just a minute?" she tearfully entreated.
"I'll give you about a minute, Erin. But we need to finish this now. You and
Allison stand here where the chair was. Put enough space between yourselves so
that I can get to your side. That's right, Allison," I said as she moved to the
side. Both girls were stepping from foot to foot, trying to rub the sting away.
"Now turn around so that your rear is toward the monitor." Turning to address
Linnea I said, "Is this the angle you want?"
"Put them angled more to the side, I think," said Linnea. We fussed with
positioning for a few moments until Linnea was apparantly satisfied. Then she
spoke. "Rollin, go ahead. Girls those seats of yours have been well warmed up
but this is the real thing. Erin, you will stand still and take this paddling,
understand?"
"Yes, Aunt Linnea," said a tearful and contrite Erin.
"Ok girls, pants down again--hands on your knees--hollow your backs, that's
right stick your fannies out. This is just the way I had to assume the position
when I got it as a young girl. And don't get up. Rollin, if they move out of
position, that one doesn't count."
I nodded and picked up the paddle. "Ok, girls, 10 swats each. I'll alternate
between the two of you."
I moved to Erin's right side and lined the paddle up. I pressed the wood against
her cheeks, drew back and brought my arm around with a deft flick of my wrist.
SMACK! Right across the crowns of her bottomcheeks. "Yeowwww!" screeched Erin.
Her feet danced up and down. "Ah...ah...yah..." she sputtered.
I moved past her to Allison's right side, took my stance and...SMACK! The
gorgeous fanny wobbled with the searing impact of the paddle and Allison yelped.
Back to Erin. She was trembling. SMACK! Another hard lick to her flaming fanny.
"Owww! Owww! please not so hard!" she blubbed. I walked over to Allison. SMACK!
"Yeouch...oh...oh...ow...that stings!" Two down for each. Eight to go. SMACK!
"owwww!" 3 for Erin. SWAT! "Ouch...oohh." Allison's third. Both bottoms sported
dark red bands now from imprints of the paddle. Back to Erin. "Please Uncle
Rollin, not so SMACK! hard ow..ow..ow" She was frantically trying to stay down.
SMACK! "Ouch..oh...that stings! whew!" She wriggled her fanny in a rotating
motion. It probably didn't help. CRACK! One more for Erin. SMACK! Another lick
to Allison's jiggling seat. As the paddle smacks continued so did the abject
wailing of the two delinquents. I was delivering the swats firmly, not brutally.
Each smack was given flat across both rear cheeks with more wrist than arm.
Still I could tell that the level of distress was rising almost exponentially
with each solid whap of the paddle. SMACK! "yeowww...oh ..oh" wailed Erin at
number 8. WHAP! "Ah....please...not so hard..I...can't.." entreated Allison
tearfully. Feet stamped on the floor and they involuntarily wiggled their butts
in a fiery dance of pain.
"Two more girls. Be brave." SMACK! I smacked Erin's butt hard, down low.
"owwww!" SMACK! Another blistering crack to Allison's wobbling fanny. She
struggled to stay bent over. "Aiii...Owwww!"
"That's 9. Now last one." SMACK! "eouchhh...I won't do it again!" CRACK!
"Owwwww....I'm sorrrryyyy!"
"That's it girls. You can stand up now."
Both girls stood, rubbing their well-reddenned posteriors. Tears were flowing
freely. It had been a sound punishment. Sitting would be uncomfortable for
awhile.
Linnea addressed the girls. " I hope you both have learned a lesson now. By the
way, Rollin, thank you for handling this. You've done your duty. Erin, I want
you to thank Rollin for chastising you. Thanks to him you won't have to come
home now and we won't have to take that walk out to the barn. You are forgiven
for this little escapade, but I think you know what will happen if you ever pull
something like this again."
"Yes Aunt Linnea." Turning to me she said, "Thank you correcting me Uncle
Rollin."
"It's Ok, sweetheart. No hard feelings?"
"No hard feelings, Uncle Rollin." Then she added with a wry grin, "just a very
hot bottom." Allison nodded vigorously.
"Well that's it then. Erin, you get yourself back to school pronto. Rollin, call
me on Monday."
"Yes Aunt Linnea," we all chimed. The screen went blank.
"Ok, girls go get dressed." As I said that Allison put her arms around me and
gave me a hug. "Thank you for punishing me as I deserved." Then she kissed me
full on the mouth and I could swear she ground her pelvic mound against me as
she did so, but because of the angle I don't think Erin or Jane saw it. Jane
offered to take the girls upstairs and put some cold cream on their flaming
nates. Later we ordered delivery pizza. We all ate standing up. Later, Erin
reminded me that I had promised to help Susan.
